Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Crime,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.